“Sex and the City”: My Review
Unlike the new movie, which clocks in at 145 minutes (compared to the TV episodes, each of which were as brisk as a lunchtime sidewalk crowd in midtown Manhattan), I will be brief:
1) In recession-ridden 2008, it’s a lot harder to care about women blowing $600 on shoes than it was in 1998, when the show premiered; 2) Now that the girls are in their forties – or in the case of the cryogenic Samantha, turning 50, the single life they once adored is starting to look like a life sentence; 3) for the most part, the movie’s not funny; 4) Jennifer Hudson, as Carrie’s assistant, is actually pretty good; and 5) don’t take a straight man to see this movie unless you want to pay for dinner afterwards.
